We will meet again

Chapter 24

 A few hours later...

Stuck in the middle seat, 37,000 ft. up in the air I slowly began to realize what I just did. I burned the bridges, all of them. What was I thinking? The boys were right. I am unprofessional and I'll never make it into something big if I let my emotions interfere with my job. Of course Simon believed my lame excuses. I smiled. It was easy fooling him. He didn't know about my feelings for Zayn.

I wonder if the boys will ever tell him? I mean I asked them not to, but I also asked Harry to keep certain things to himself and he still couldn't.

I checked my watch. My flight was scheduled to land in New York in 6 hours. I'd have a quick layover and then another 6 hours until I finally land in LA. I was physically and emotionally drained. I knew I wouldn't leave the U.S for some time now. I needed to focus on my jobs and forget about London.

As my eyelids grew heavy I decided to take a quick nap.

12 hours later...

I finally arrived at LAX and took the phone out of my purse. I called Soph and hoped she was still up and willing to pick me up.

An hour later I came out the shower and went to the kitchen where Soph had the table already set up. There was also a bottle of whiskey on the table. I chuckled.

"What is this?" I pointed to the sealed bottle.

"I figured you might wanna talk..." Soph said with a shrug.

"Soph if you wanna know something, just ask. Don't fill me up with booze, that's not gonna make it easier."

I took two glassed out of the cupboard and sat next to her as she filled them with the amber-colored liquid. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

"...and then I turned around and walked away, brimming over with confidence and power, only to get inside the cab and go right to Harry's house and bawl my eyes out." I finished and saw how Soph stood there, mouth wide open.

"What happened next?" She said, speech already slurry from the alcohol.

I smiled loudly into my empty glass. I took the bottle from her and poured the last bit into my glass and took a big gulp.

"Then came the fun part where the boys explained to me that Zayn's relationship is staged and that I needed to fight for him. Bullshit! There's no such thing as a fake relationship. If you like the person, you date the person. End of story." I stood up to look for more alcohol when I tripped and fell. I stayed on the ground and noticed how my hand was bleeding a bit. The shattered glass must've cut me. Soph rushed over and laid down next to me. My vision got blurry and I started sobbing.

"Do you know how hard it was to see him with her? It was like someone ripped my heart out and smashed it against the wall, then shoved it back inside my body." I was now laying on Soph's lap, her hands stroking my back.

"And these boys; they were all so sweet. They tried to convince me it's all staged, that they're not really dating. Who does that? Real friends do that! I wish you were there."

"Oh, Aly. C'mon, get up. Let's get you to bed. You need rest." She lifted my arm over her shoulder and carried me up the stairs. I was too weak and too drunk to do or say anything when she laid me down in my bed and covered me.

"Now sleep. Tomorrow you won't remember any of this."

"Night." I mumbled and was immediately out.

Soph's POV

I walked downstairs and took the phone out of Aly's purse. I looked for the name and when I found it I wrote the number on a piece of paper and went to the house phone. I checked the time. It was 8pm in London right now.